Johnny was excited. It had been a while since he was so excited, but today made up for it. Living at the orphanage and working making matchbooks till his little fingers froze was not much of a life, and when his laptop died the last little light of joy in the darkness was snuffed out.

He walked all the way from Marrickville on Thames to the opulent place where IT technicians lived in palaces and had video cards delivered in a coach and four. The people in the street disdained him, but he walked on until he reached the golden gates where the head of Scrooge Enterprises lived, and rang the doorbell.

My laptop and I have been seeking relationship counselling. It just hasn't been good between us for the last three or four months. I decided to put it aside and just use the desktop, (which is older, slower, has no CD burning software and is therefore completely reliable), but now I'm off to Queensland next week I need it to dial into work for stuff. Stuff like paying wages. Staff are just so bloody picky.